Benson and Reece playing in the kitchen 24 hours before the incident...

I don't even have a good story to tell. For the first time in FOREVER, Spencer stayed home to study (the boys and I were gone for the majority of the day). The boys had just gotten out of quiet time and were in the kitchen getting something to drink. Reece turned around to go find me and somehow used his stellar smooth skills (which he inherited from me unfortunately) and tripped over himself falling right into the corner of our kitchen wall. 6 1/2 hours later we were home from the ER with 5 stitches. Normally I benefit from the
ER's policy of "most critical gets first priority", but not today. I have learned that stitches is on the bottom of the priority list. Not only that, but we had someone who had never done stitches before performing the procedure. I think I almost lost it--I was
sooooo upset. This is a forehead we are talking about people---not an arm. When we got home I showed Spencer the cut and brought to his attention that there was a white bubble sticking out between the stitches which I thought was fat. So, back to the ER for another 30 minutes for them to re-due their awful job. Ugh.
The funny part was that Reece was given a
Benzodiazepine to calm him down so they could stitch him up. He was
soooo loopy and hysterical. As we were walking out of the ER he said in a very drugged voice, "OH MOM I
LOOOVE YOU!" His mouth is orange from the Popsicle he had at the hospital.
I also must give our friend Traci some serious credit. I'm pretty sure this is the third time I've called her and said, "can you take Benson, I need to run Reece to the ER". THANK YOU TRACI!

When Reece and I opened the front door from the ER Benson was standing at the top of the stairs with a marker in hand.
I said, "Benson, have you been coloring"?
B: Yes
Mom: can you show me?
B: YES!

Don't worry, this is only a fourth of his artwork. He also colored the toilet set, the tub, his bedroom door, and their night stand.